I often fantasize about killing myself. It's almost a daily thing. I lie in bed and imagine the least traumatic method for anyone who might find me. I also imagine all the things I would do right before the day. With nothing to live for I would do crazy shit like car surfing and taking hella drugs. I fantasize about killing myself in a small Mexican hotel after living my last week as the most crazy and wild experience in the world.

Then I go to sleep and wake for my 9-5. I get that you've made up your mind and I'm telling you, you have the power to kill yourself. You're capable of succeeding in suicide. You're equally capable of leaving the world as a better place.

Last month I planned on killing myself. I wrote a letter and all. Then I realized, I'll die sometime anyway and if death is anything like sleep, it's nothing to fear but also nothing to force.

If all you want is rest, sit alone in a dark room for a bit. Listen to the sounds around and let thoughts fall apart. There's a point where nothing exists there and the best part is you don't have to have your heart stop beating.

Good luck in whatever you choose and I wish you the best in life and death.